fic: Weeks
Weeks
rating: 18
warnings: smut, no plot what-so-ever (what a time to mention that)
character: Xander
pairing: Xander/?? (still unknown)
possible: Sirius (potter), Vergil (dmc), Alucard (hellsing), any others?
summary: Xander's off another week, the lumber shipment still wrong. The hands are having a blast.
Was it possible to be over sexed? Xander wondered in his pleasure induced haze. He was once again bent over his couch. Invisible fingers thrusting in his ass and an invisible hand stroking his dripping cock.
This position was one of many he found himself in during his second week off from construction. Apparently, the lumber shipment was still wrong, not that he minded the time off...
The hands, oh those wonderful hands, were having a ball playing with his body. It was as if they were making up for lost time. He was constantly being touched, yet, all that touching wasn't sexual.
Some of the touching was as if the hands were making sure that the young construction worker was there. But most of it was as if the hands were trying to drive him insane from the pleasure they played havoc with on his body.
The unseen hands loved taking their time with him. Slowly, drawing out his pleasure, making him feel strung tight like a bow. They mapped his body, taking their time to explore the places that make him cry out the loudest.
Oh, yes the unseen hands definitely loved taking their time with their willing prey. Just like they were doing now. They had Xander bent over, in what seemed to be their favorite position, the back of his couch. His ass in the air as he clutched the cushions tightly in his hands.
Xander whined as two well lubed fingers slowly worked their way in and out of his stretched hole. They were playing merrily with his prostate. One moment they would stroke against it softly, the next a little harder. The other unseen hand was taking turns in fondling his hard, drooling member and his soft furred balls.
"Please..." he gasped, flustered as the fingers grazed his prostate once again, "...harder... more...faster... please!"
The young man softly growled out his growing frustration as the fingers and hand kept their slow and soft pace. Xander wanted to cum. The hands had him on the edge for nearly an hour and a half. His dick felt like it was going to explode.
"Please!!"
A third finger was worked inside his greedy hole.
"More!"
The hand that was playing with his balls, grabbed his weepy cock.
"Please... let me..."
The fingers were thrusted harder inside him. Xander's penis was being pumped hard in that invisible fist. Precum shot out and landed on the back of his couch. He could bring himself to care at that moment. The young man was getting what he asked for.
Harder and faster the fist pumped. Deeper and deeper the fingers seemed to get inside his stretched hole.
"Oooo," he gasped, he was on the very edge.
In. Out. In. Out. The fingers went. Faster and faster the hand got as it manipulated his cock like an experienced engineer.
...Xander was almost there..........
......he just needed...........
....needed.......
........needed.....
....need.......
"Xander..." a rough voice growled in his ear,
...and Xander went tumbling over the edge......
=================------------------- =
Xander: @.@;
Wulf: ^_^ seems like it nearly the end...
next
rating: 18
warnings: smut, no plot what-so-ever (what a time to mention that)
character: Xander
pairing: Xander/?? (still unknown)
possible: Sirius (potter), Vergil (dmc), Alucard (hellsing), any others?
summary: Xander's off another week, the lumber shipment still wrong. The hands are having a blast.
Was it possible to be over sexed? Xander wondered in his pleasure induced haze. He was once again bent over his couch. Invisible fingers thrusting in his ass and an invisible hand stroking his dripping cock.
This position was one of many he found himself in during his second week off from construction. Apparently, the lumber shipment was still wrong, not that he minded the time off...
The hands, oh those wonderful hands, were having a ball playing with his body. It was as if they were making up for lost time. He was constantly being touched, yet, all that touching wasn't sexual.
Some of the touching was as if the hands were making sure that the young construction worker was there. But most of it was as if the hands were trying to drive him insane from the pleasure they played havoc with on his body.
The unseen hands loved taking their time with him. Slowly, drawing out his pleasure, making him feel strung tight like a bow. They mapped his body, taking their time to explore the places that make him cry out the loudest.
Oh, yes the unseen hands definitely loved taking their time with their willing prey. Just like they were doing now. They had Xander bent over, in what seemed to be their favorite position, the back of his couch. His ass in the air as he clutched the cushions tightly in his hands.
Xander whined as two well lubed fingers slowly worked their way in and out of his stretched hole. They were playing merrily with his prostate. One moment they would stroke against it softly, the next a little harder. The other unseen hand was taking turns in fondling his hard, drooling member and his soft furred balls.
"Please..." he gasped, flustered as the fingers grazed his prostate once again, "...harder... more...faster... please!"
The young man softly growled out his growing frustration as the fingers and hand kept their slow and soft pace. Xander wanted to cum. The hands had him on the edge for nearly an hour and a half. His dick felt like it was going to explode.
"Please!!"
A third finger was worked inside his greedy hole.
"More!"
The hand that was playing with his balls, grabbed his weepy cock.
"Please... let me..."
The fingers were thrusted harder inside him. Xander's penis was being pumped hard in that invisible fist. Precum shot out and landed on the back of his couch. He could bring himself to care at that moment. The young man was getting what he asked for.
Harder and faster the fist pumped. Deeper and deeper the fingers seemed to get inside his stretched hole.
"Oooo," he gasped, he was on the very edge.
In. Out. In. Out. The fingers went. Faster and faster the hand got as it manipulated his cock like an experienced engineer.
...Xander was almost there..........
......he just needed...........
....needed.......
........needed.....
....need.......
"Xander..." a rough voice growled in his ear,
...and Xander went tumbling over the edge......
=================------------------- =
Xander: @.@;
Wulf: ^_^ seems like it nearly the end...
next